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Busta

Attention please, attention
Can I have attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all
The alliance has now been officially
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, now official baby
It's headbanger

Beats:

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my weak
shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then your dutches
Me and Busta it tight like liposucion
Niggas that like me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one in the club gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, cock that forty
in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my then owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so the rumors
Before you the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die two, smash the charts
Now put hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Chorus: Rhymes

(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump come on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my do it
Get your up, (What!)
Now let me you through it
(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump baby on
Get hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get hands up, (What!)
Now let me you through it

Rhymes:

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking and blunts
Busta Rhymes, represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga
And we gonna be to present
Y'all niggas with other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with feet
Before we y'all niggas all with the heat
y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And you bounce how poncho will play the congo
And on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so follow
I'm living for and livin' tomorrow
Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to
Blow you through the chest with a
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and
You we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Swizz

Listen, and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out
Now me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your ain't important
Your camp than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda
(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! man
Mindin' my will make you a missin' man
See the and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put back on the wall
don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and and just wild in here

3x

New York, ain't ready for it
A-T-L, they ready for it
Oh, Oh, Oh, ain't ready for it
Whoa, Oh, Oh, ain't ready for it
My

Guns bustin' of them, y'all hear that